Sleeping Dragon you hold out for more

One grey ear twitched with interest — not just as a healer but as a lover of other peoples' stories. Lucani was now more curious about Dio than she had been previously. With whom had he fought? Or with what? How had a fire been started? He must be from a land much warmer than this one, or else one where humans were not just a myth. Did he still bear a grudge against the one with whom he'd fought? How did he feel about it now? She wanted to hear his story, but he had seemed surprised enough at being asked about his scar. She did not believe he'd react well at this stage to being asked more.

That's recent enough for treatment, she decided. The solstice seemed like half a lifetime ago to young wolves, but to Lucani it felt like yesterday. And flesh did not react to time the way the mind did. There's a comfrey tree beyond this ridge, she nodded upwards, and began to walk, gesturing that she join him. The roots may be of use — I'll show you.